WINE AND GATES
Tick Tock, How's Their, Heaven?
Lovely day?
No new nuances with the right to be, there?
Suspect animosity, to serve a new mastery...
Devoid to certain patience, the world is ours for, where?
The hours bloom like children
The morrow of serendipity with the right amount of honey
Still the candid winds, to seek one more hour with a friend
Taken to right's and knowing height's of choice's, too likewise to keep known...
Psyche and marvel of dependency, come to terms
With the laugh we deem important, but how is a raging indecency with an urges home...?
Sordid example, needless futures, and the spoil of decision for the wind to earn?
The must of forgiveness, to know the exact of a nearing thine, to the wills of shown...
Mercy, and the ache of unity we, adore?
Misery in a proud hand, to serve the notion of another might?
In all and future swell, to arrange the neglect of duty to a world of honor?
Sent to vestige and heed, for a draw of waiting in the wings, of when a light...
Has a life with none, the merit in a charisma is a second wind
Has an uncertainty to begin, the starvation of nerves to delineate is a method to madness
Has a lover with absence, the causes of aboriginality to dissuade in other's silence
Has a mete of courage, the asking and the shrewd haste of may, come to health to guess
Is this old man still alive?
Guest's and goodness intoned, will a relationship with unwarranted fates and the call...
Of yearning for a lip of who'll, be the must of frustration to openly give?
Will you become like the ghost of damnation's past, before us, or is this city to fall?
Anarchy, in the name of gall and the senses to entail, devout remembrance?
Of shadows to serve the needs of continually said beds and alarms of needs come from anger...?
These imbued tones of voice, and the adage of ought to conform, came whether the void of chance
When one tiger with two left feet, is a reality of succor in the future, with needs to serve?
No new nuances with the right to be, there?
Suspect animosity, to serve a new mastery...
Devoid to certain patience, the world is ours for, where?
The hours bloom like children
The morrow of serendipity with the right amount of honey
Still the candid winds, to seek one more hour with a friend
Taken to right's and knowing height's of choice's, too likewise to keep known...
Psyche and marvel of dependency, come to terms
With the laugh we deem important, but how is a raging indecency with an urges home...?
Sordid example, needless futures, and the spoil of decision for the wind to earn?
The must of forgiveness, to know the exact of a nearing thine, to the wills of shown...
Mercy, and the ache of unity we, adore?
Misery in a proud hand, to serve the notion of another might?
In all and future swell, to arrange the neglect of duty to a world of honor?
Sent to vestige and heed, for a draw of waiting in the wings, of when a light...
Has a life with none, the merit in a charisma is a second wind
Has an uncertainty to begin, the starvation of nerves to delineate is a method to madness
Has a lover with absence, the causes of aboriginality to dissuade in other's silence
Has a mete of courage, the asking and the shrewd haste of may, come to health to guess
Is this old man still alive?
Guest's and goodness intoned, will a relationship with unwarranted fates and the call...
Of yearning for a lip of who'll, be the must of frustration to openly give?
Will you become like the ghost of damnation's past, before us, or is this city to fall?
Anarchy, in the name of gall and the senses to entail, devout remembrance?
Of shadows to serve the needs of continually said beds and alarms of needs come from anger...?
These imbued tones of voice, and the adage of ought to conform, came whether the void of chance
When one tiger with two left feet, is a reality of succor in the future, with needs to serve?
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Tick Tock, How`s Their, Heaven?
Tick Tock, How`s Their, Heaven?
